The Five Stages of Demotion
"I wrote this while smoking a Fincks Mexican Fiesta.
This can't be happening to me.
I'm sitting in the smoking area. It's night time and cool outside. I could see the stars if only I wasn't under a sodium light.
I have my camelbak on. I take sips of water when my throat is dry from the cigar. A copy of Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" sits in the sand at my right foot.
I can't do this. I can’t let this blog turn into yet another whiny Napoleon Dynamite American soldier complaining about the system and the chain of command. The fact is that nobody did it to me. I did it to myself.
"You are not on the promotion list," the first sergeant says.
Those words haunt me in the night. Right now I want to be back in Paris with Miller as he searches for another meal, another whore, another place to smoke his cigarettes and work."
Big Tabacco
This can't be happening to me.
I'm sitting in the smoking area. It's night time and cool outside. I could see the stars if only I wasn't under a sodium light.
I have my camelbak on. I take sips of water when my throat is dry from the cigar. A copy of Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" sits in the sand at my right foot.
I can't do this. I can’t let this blog turn into yet another whiny Napoleon Dynamite American soldier complaining about the system and the chain of command. The fact is that nobody did it to me. I did it to myself.
"You are not on the promotion list," the first sergeant says.
Those words haunt me in the night. Right now I want to be back in Paris with Miller as he searches for another meal, another whore, another place to smoke his cigarettes and work."
Big Tabacco
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